[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My young niggas ready to turn a fuck nigga to rapper weed
I ain't tryna hear a nigga rap, he gon' cap to me
He ain't even my motherfuckin' son, they tryna act like me
I got a bunch of niggas OT tryna rap like me
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
They tryna copy everything I do, they tryna act like E
You better come pape' in hand, bitch, I don't rap for free
I gotta watch my head, got drunk as hell and almost cracked a freak
On the Eastside with my D niggas gettin' Scats for cheap
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You know I'm finna let this bitch blow if I rack my heat
You know I live a bag life, that's why I rap with Tee
A nigga make a rap song 'bout me, I'm snatchin' out his teeth
He heard a Beecher nigga fucked his bitch, he smackin' on his freak
I'll blow a nigga's shit out like I'm Draymond Green
You and your niggas ain't never won shit, you on an ass team
This weed I put up in this Backwood smell like bad feet
Driveway just hit for twenty bands, that was last week
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
And my other niggas came back with a thirty, so that's fifty total
Me and Gramz cookin' in the stu', we got the kitchen open
We let you lil' niggas have a run, now the kitchen closed
Be serious, he ain't really gon' blow that heat, he got a pistol holster
On MLK, walkin' to the store, I got my pistol showin'
This RTA, you can't afford this shit, I'm havin' different motion
My lil' nigga couldn't aim the Drac', I had to lift it for him
I just got off the phone with the labels, they had a thick proposal
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My young niggas ready to turn a fuck nigga to rapper weed
I ain't tryna hear a nigga rap, he gon' cap to me
He ain't even my motherfuckin' son, they tryna act like me
I got a bunch of niggas OT tryna rap like me
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
They tryna copy everything I do, they tryna act like E
You better come pape' in hand, bitch, I don't rap for free
I gotta watch my head, got drunk as hell and almost cracked a freak
On the Eastside with my D niggas gettin' Scats for cheap
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You know I'm finna let this bitch blow if I rack my heat
You know I live a bag life, that's why I rap with Tee
A nigga make a rap song 'bout me, I'm snatchin' out his teeth
He heard a Beecher nigga fucked his bitch, he smackin' on his freak
I'll blow a nigga's shit out like I'm Draymond Green
You and your niggas ain't never won shit, you on an ass team
This weed I put up in this Backwood smell like bad feet
Driveway just hit for twenty bands, that was last week
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
And my other niggas came back with a thirty, so that's fifty total
Me and Gramz cookin' in the stu', we got the kitchen open
We let you lil' niggas have a run, now the kitchen closed
Be serious, he ain't really gon' blow that heat, he got a pistol holster
On MLK, walkin' to the store, I got my pistol showin'
This RTA, you can't afford this shit, I'm havin' different motion
My lil' nigga couldn't aim the Drac', I had to lift it for him
I just got off the phone with the labels, they had a thick proposal
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